Merciful heavens, I was writing about this poop in the early 1970s, and now it’s back. The gray ponytail crowd has brought it back.
The Human Resources Dept. at Princeton University has issued a new diktat against ever uttering the word “man”–because, of course, it ain’t “inclusive.” (https://trendingviews.com/princeton-university-hr-says-you-cant-say-man-anymore-what/ Literally, you can’t say “man and wife,” or “man-made,” or “workmanlike.” They have provided no guidance as to what you ought to say if you live in Manhattan or come from the Isle of Man.
This stuff was supposed to be over, gone, kaput, decades ago. They’ve brought it back. Collidge has brought it all back.
It’s like a bad dream, a recurring nightmare. It’s like getting lost in the Hall of Mirrors on the boardwalk. There, at least, the guy can come in and get you out. The Hall of Mirrors that our culture has been turned into has no guy to lead you back outside.
My hope is in the Lord which made the heavens and the earth (Psalm 121:2). He and no one else will take away the Hall of Mirrors.
He’s laughing at us now. When He’s done laughing, watch out.